Me and you,
we're always talking about
happiness
like it's something
we can have—
like it's something
I deserve,
like it's something
you could make me.
You and me,
we're always talking about
good days
like we've ever had
anything but bad.
I told you
I heard a siren wail
and it made me
think of you.
You told me
you saw a vulture
in the road,
and it reminded you of me.
I love you more than anything
but I'd be stupid
to ever trust you.
We both know what
you think the world owes you
and we both know
that it's not me.
And I think I can live with that.
